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the poems: mighty_morgan
Wordy and a bit nerdy. Still learning what it means to see Christ as the solid rock.
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C H U R C H
C H U R C H
I’ve been held in a bosom of chords, a heavy newborn sound birthed by those keys. I’ve been crushed by the weight of unseen, yet…
MorganEva
May 15, 2019
A T T R A C T I O N
A T T R A C T I O N
Attraction. It’s a hard thing to explain It’s the way you nod your head, it’s the way you say my name
MorganEva
May 15, 2019
S P E A K
S P E A K
one day my throat just opened up
MorganEva
Mar 25, 2019
i am not her
i am not her
Christ is the Word become flesh. The Word is a double-edged sword. Therefore, if I’m becoming like Christ, I’m becoming a weapon.
MorganEva
Mar 25, 2019
Jesus Loves Black Girls
Jesus Loves Black Girls
He cares for you.
MorganEva
Mar 25, 2019
T H A N K S
T H A N K S
Hmmm, it’s hard out here sometimes. But, I’m grateful for Jesus.
MorganEva
Mar 25, 2019
F A L L
F A L L
Gap years are wonderful breaks, but still tainted with the scent of uncertainty. Wait…does uncertainty have a smell? LOL not sure??
MorganEva
Mar 25, 2019
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